by Sean Michael
“Don’t stop. Please. Please, I’m aching.” Chrissy begged so beautifully.
“I’ve got your back, boy.” Even when Chrissy didn’t think so.
“My balls feel full, even when I know I can’t be needing again.”
“Not today, but one day, I’m going to milk you completely dry. Make it so you’ve shot everything you absolutely can shoot.” He kept stroking, counting on that and his words to keep Chrissy from going down.
“Oh God…” Chrissy blinked up at him. “You can’t be real. You can’t be.”
“I am. One hundred percent.” He rubbed his thumb across the tip of Chrissy cock, letting his thumbnail catch the slit-lips.
His boy gasped, thighs tightening as he touched that little slit.
“So pretty. You know how we can play here?” He pressed his thumb against the very tip, pushing at Chrissy’s slit. “I have sounds and penis plugs and I can use both. Fill this hole. Fuck it. Keep you from coming. Control every aspect of your body.”
“I…Oh fuck. Fuck, I want it, Daddy. I want it.” Chrissy was out of his mind with need.
He wasn’t even sure if Chrissy knew he’d said Daddy, but Jerusalem had sure as hell heard it.
“You’re going to get it. You’re going to get that and everything.” He slicked his fingers and pressed two into Chrissy’s tight, hot asshole. “Oh, baby boy, you’re so tight. I can feel you milking my fingers.”
He pressed in deep, before pulling his fingers most of the way out. Then he pushed in again, deeper this time, touching off Chrissy’s gland.
Chrissy moaned and nodded for him, his fingers moving to work those little red nipples. Now he had to decide whether to punish Chrissy for touching or take control of how he touched.
“I’m going to let you touch those, boy. But only if you pinch. No light touching allowed.”
“I—”
“You heard me, boy. Do what I say.” He curled his fingers and stroked hard.
He watched Chrissy closely, to see if his boy chose to pinch or to leave those sweet nips alone. He pegged Chrissy’s gland a few times, and those fingers squeezed, Chrissy’s face going slack. Pain slut. Jerusalem was a lucky, lucky man.
He pushed a third finger into Chrissy, working quickly now to stretch his boy. He wanted to feel the wonderful tight heat around his cock, feel it milking him, squeezing every time Chrissy pinched his nipples.
Chrissy grabbed his knees, pulling them up, exposing himself. “Now. Now, I need your cock.”
“Whose cock do you need, boy?” He would be happy to ignore the pushiness if his boy gave him the right answer.
“Yours. Yours, Daddy. Please.”
“It’ll be my pleasure, boy.” He pulled his fingers out and covered his cock and pushed it in, gradually stretching open Chrissy’s hole. His boy moaned, drawing him in, body tugging at him and clinging to him.
It was fucking perfect. He didn’t want to be anywhere else but buried balls deep inside Chrissy’s body.
“So good. So good. Fuck me hard. I need to be filled.” Filthy boy—Jerusalem was so turned on he burned.
He started almost gently, pulling out carefully—all the way out. Then he pushed his way back in again, stretching that little hole some more. He sped up as he went in, so by the time he hit Chrissy’s gland, it was quick and hard.
His boy cried out, grabbed his cock, and pumped hard. “Yes!”
He slapped Chrissy’s hand away. “No! I told you no touching.”
Chrissy’s ass clenched around him so tight it hurt, the arousal in his boy obvious. He took both of Chrissy’s hands in his and pressed them down above his head.
“If you can’t keep them up here on your own, I will bind you.”
Chrissy bucked hard under him, driving them together furiously.
Letting go of Chrissy’s hands, he pressed his boy’s hips down, holding him there as he took control, fucking Chrissy hard, but not fast.
Chrissy sobbed softly, twisting under him, meeting every thrust with passion.
“My beautiful boy.” He finally let go of Chrissy’s hips, allowing his boy to move freely as he thrust as hard as he could, just slamming into his boy over and over.
Chrissy cried out, the sounds ringing out loud enough that the neighbors could hear them.
He sawed his hips faster, drawing out sound after sound. This was his boy, his whole world, right here.
Finally, he wrapped his fingers around Chrissy’s cock. “Okay, boy. Come for Daddy.”
Chrissy sobbed, prick jerking in his hand, and then his boy gave it up, seed spraying against him. He groaned and shot as well, filling the condom with pulses of come.
His boy was crying, so overwhelmed, almost panicked, and he held on tight.
“I’ve got you, Chrissy. And I’m not letting go.” He petted Chrissy’s hair, crooning softly.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
No. No, this was necessary, this release, this trust.
“You’re good. No apologies necessary. I’ve got you. Daddy’s got you, boy.”
Chrissy held on, letting him comfort and caress, and Jerusalem sucked in one needy breath after another. He would hold Chrissy as long as his boy needed.
This was a gift, something he’d craved for years, and he wasn’t going to take it for granted.
Chapter Five
Christian couldn’t face reality right now, so he stayed asleep, snuggled up against a hot, strong body. Every time he thought about what he’d done—what he’d said, how he’d fallen apart over two fucking orgasms—he was so embarrassed.
A soft kiss landed on the top of his head, the warmth around him shifting, holding him closer. He cuddled in, hiding his face, inhaling and filling his lungs with the scent of Salem.
“I’ve got you, Chrissy.” Salem’s hand slid along his back, warm and good.
He nodded, but he couldn’t look up, couldn’t quite meet Salem’s eyes.
“You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of, you know.”
“I fell apart,” he whispered.
“Yeah. Somewhere safe. Somewhere no one is going to judge you. You did good, boy.”
“How? How was this good?” His body heard the praise, though, and melted into—his Daddy—Salem.
“You trusted me with your emotions. You got the pain out. Maybe not all of it, but you got a good portion of it. And you trusted me.”
“I do.” Salem had always been good to him. Always.
“Then it was good. And best of all—you’re still here. You don’t think that’s good?”
“It was wild.” He’d never come so hard, never been so wild.
“Yeah. Seems I know how to press your buttons, eh?” Salem chuckled, one hand drifting toward his nipples.
“No…” He grabbed the blanket and put it between Salem’s hand and his nips.
“Oh, now you’re playing a dangerous game. And you already have a spanking coming.”
“Don’t be mean, now.” He snuggled in with a soft moan. “Be nice.”
“I’m being your Daddy, and you earned yourself the spanking fair and square.” Salem managed to slide a hand beneath the blanket, and those fingers whispered across his swollen flesh.
“Burns!” He rolled, making himself a burrito in the blanket, hiding his grin from Salem.
“What the hell?” Salem chuckled, tugging on the blankets. “Dude. That was a practiced move.”
He giggled softly, tickled to death. He hadn’t played with a lover in…ever.
Salem continued to tug, working to deblanket him. He ended up under Salem, ass up, bare again.
“No fair!”
“All’s fair, boy. All’s fair.”
He didn’t get a warning, just the feeling of Salem’s hand landing on his right asscheek.
“No!” It didn’t hurt; it simply burned so good.
“Yeah, you yell all you need to. Let it all out.” Salem’s hand came down again—on his other cheek this time.
“No! No more! No spa
nking!” He let himself holler and fuss, kicking out.
Salem rubbed his right asscheek, then laid into it with two quick, hard swats.
“No! No more!” He tried to pull away, his body scraping against the sheets. His nips aching so damn good.
“Yes, more. You need it.” Salem’s hand felt enormous as it continued to bounce off his ass.
“Please. I need you to—I can’t—stop!”
Salem didn’t stop, the swats continuing, the burn in his ass increasing, beginning to match the ache in his nipples. He didn’t know what to do, and he cried out, kicking hard.
“Yeah, let it all go, let me see everything. Everything.” Salem hit each of his asscheeks one more time.
“Why are you being mean?” God, he was buzzing.
“I’m not being mean at all,” Salem insisted, still working his ass, lighting him on fire.
“Uh. Uh-huh…” He groaned, and he pulled one leg under him.
Salem stopped spanking for a moment, dragging his fingers along Christian’s crack, rubbing his skin, his hole. That helped him relax, helped him breathe.
“God, you’re so sexy. I just want to touch you all the time, make you feel good,” Salem told him.
“Even like this? Even now?”
“Especially like this. Especially now. Your ass is gorgeous.”
“I—” He rolled his hips, the action totally instinctive.
“Mmm. Look at that.” Salem rubbed again, then swatted both asscheeks again, the burn suddenly sharp.
“No…be nice…” He groaned low.
“I’m being the nicest. Two more swats. Until you swear again.”
“I—no fair.” He hoped Salem couldn’t see his cock.
“Like I said. All’s fair in love and war—and this isn’t war. Count for me.” Salem hit his right cheek hard.
“C-count?” He didn’t understand.
“You have two swats left. I want you to count them as I administer them.”
“Just like one, two?” This was a thing?
“Yes. It’ll be more fun when there’s more than two, but it’s a good habit to get into. And if you wanted to add Daddy after each number that would be a welcome addition.”
“I—That’s—I don’t know if I—It’s okay?”
“It’s fine if you’re not ready to call me Daddy on a regular basis yet, and it’s okay if you want to. It’s okay if you’re confused, unsure, whatever. You’re here. We’re working together, building trust, building love. And you’re getting what you need. We both are.”
He pushed up, launching himself into Salem’s arms. That was what he’d needed to hear, right now. He needed to know he was okay.
Salem wrapped around him, holding him tight, hugging him hard. “Daddy’s got you.”
“Thank you. I needed…this. You.” More than anything.
“I’m glad because it goes both ways. I need you too, Chrissy. I’ve been waiting for you to come home for a long time.” Salem tilted his head, bringing their lips together. God, was this real? Was this his life?
When their lips parted, Salem shifted him back down onto his front. “I haven’t forgotten those last two spanks, boy.”
“Just two? Right?” He was all shaky, all shuddery.
“Just two. Starting now.” Salem’s hand came down, mostly on his left cheek, the tips of Salem’s fingers hitting across his crack.
“Oh! One. One, that’s it. One.”
“Good boy. One day, you’re going to hold yourself open and beg me to hit your hole with my fingers, with a crop.” Then Salem hit him across his other asscheek.
“I won’t. Two. You said two.” He couldn’t imagine.
“You will. I’m a very patient man. I’ll wait until you’re ready.” Salem rubbed his ass, making it burn.
“Promise? You swear?” He sighed softly, spreading wide.
“I’ve never lied to you, Chrissy. I don’t intend to start now.” Salem’s fingers slid against his hole, rubbing his skin there.
He spread a little more, wanting Salem to keep touching, keep loving him. And Salem did, fingers warm and sure, rubbing on his hole, making his whole body sing, making him want. He sighed softly, humming deep in his chest as Salem touched him.
“You make me want, boy.” Salem’s fingers disappeared for a moment before coming back to stroke wetly at his hole, then press into him.
“Are you…does this mean we’re going to fuck?”
Salem swatted his ass, and it burned so hot. “You mean make love, boy?”
“Make love? Us?” he teased.
“Don’t make me spank you again.” Salem didn’t really seem mad, though, giving him a little grin.
“Dork. You make me…” He didn’t know, for sure.
“I make you what, boy?” Salem touched him, hands sliding over his body, landing on his skin.
He shook his head. He just didn’t know.
“That’s all right. I told you it was okay to be confused, to not know or understand things. And I mean it—you’re allowed to be human, boy, you really are. Nobody is perfect, and I don’t want perfection.”
He pushed back, driving against Salem’s hand.
“So needy. You’ve been starving yourself of sensation, boy.” The touches continued, sweet and wonderful, necessary.
“I’m just…tired of playing games.”
“Well, I’m not playing games. I’ve told you what I want, what I’m offering.”
He nodded. He knew. He did, but he wasn’t sure whether to believe it.
“I’ve got you,” Salem told him, tugging him in for a tight hug.
“Thank you.” He hid his face, considering having a nice, hard cry.
Kisses dropped on his head, Salem’s hand constantly moving, warming his skin, while the other one worked his ass, keeping him revved up and ready. God, he was aching. Every rub, every squeeze made the burn deeper.
“Such a sexy boy.”
“I just want you. That’s all.” He only needed Salem.
“And that’s pretty damn sexy, Chrissy.” Salem rubbed their noses together, and he had to admit even that was hot.
He clenched his ass, squeezing Salem’s fingers. A jolt of electricity flooded his ass.
“You want me again, boy? You want me to fill you up with my come?” Salem rubbed his hole.
“You trust me?” No one trusted him. No one.
“If you tell me you’re negative, I will believe you.”
He leaned back, a flood of worry almost drowning him. “Why would you do that? What if I’m a terrible liar?”
He was a fuckup. He knew that. Salem knew that. Why would anyone believe him?
“Because you won’t lie to me about this. Not to me. Not about this.” Salem sounded so sure.
“What if I did, though? What if someone else did? Oh, you have to take care of yourself, Salem!” People were evil.
“So let’s go get tested, then. That way you know I’m safe too.”
It wasn’t the perfect answer, but it was close. He wasn’t a cheater. He never had been, and he never would be. He wasn’t awful; he just sucked. “If you want to, I want to.”
“I want to fill you with my seed, boy. I want to come inside you, and then I want to plug you and make you keep it inside you all day long.” Salem’s voice was deep and gravelly.
God, if he’d been standing, his knees would have buckled. No one ever said things like that to him. “I—When do you want to go?”
“If we go now, we can have breakfast after.”
“Yeah? Pancakes?” He could so murder some pancakes and bacon.
“Whatever you want.” Salem patted his ass, and it burned, so good.
“No touching…”
Salem snorted. “I meant whatever you want for breakfast. Trust me, there is going to be lots of touching.”
“Mean, mean.” He chuckled, though, didn’t he, and he was stupidly pleased.
“Come on. Let’s sixty-nine it to take the edge off, and then we can go.�
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“You have an edge?” he teased.
“I have a need. A powerful need for you.”
He could handle that. He didn’t know how to deal with all this, but he knew how to fuck.
Salem’s mouth closed over his, and it hadn’t been occupied, he totally would have made a joke about how this wasn’t how a blowjob went. The thought didn’t last long, because he ended up wrapped around his Daddy, drowning in the kiss.
He didn’t know how long they kissed before Salem finally pulled away. “Turn around, boy. I want to taste you.”
“Okay.” He could deal with that. “You want my head on the pillows or yours?”
“I’m staying right where I am.” With his head on the pillow.
“Lazy old man.” Chrissy winked and kissed Salem’s nose.
“That’s lazy Daddy, boy,” Salem corrected, grinning at him.
“Okay, Daddy boy.” He giggled as he slid down Salem’s body.
“Brat!” Salem managed to swat his ass, the sting amazing.
“Daddy! No!” He hid his butt with his hands. “No more!”
“Then bring your cock up here and let me get busy.”
He rolled his eyes and grumbled softly, but he moved, didn’t he? Both for his ass and his need.
Somehow, Salem managed to take his cock in before he got his mouth around Salem’s beautiful prick.
“Oh…oh, fuck…” That felt so good, so frigging hot, and he swallowed Salem down in a rush.
He felt Salem’s reaction to that all around his own cock, the groan, the tightening of Salem’s lips around his cock, and the long swallow. That was what he wanted—he needed to know that Salem needed him too.
Then Salem began to suck, pulling at his cock like he was going to tug it right off. Christian pulled just as hard, demanding and fighting for Salem’s pleasure.
Groans vibrated around his cock, Salem’s head bobbing madly.
Love. Fuck, he loved the feel of Salem’s prick in his mouth. He loved how his own cock felt in Salem’s mouth almost as much.
One big hand landed on his ass again, then Salem squeezed his left asscheek and made everything burn brightly. He cried out, the sound strangled around Salem’s cock. He felt Salem’s smile, another squeeze, and Salem slapped his cock with his tongue.
